Mafia XI - 1931 - Day 7

[Andre Fairchilde]

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What can I say?

It's complicated being connected.

And We're all connected here. We're all gangsters, killers, and thieves.

A buddy, a brother could get wacked - and not only would I applaud, I'd dice up and hide the body if I had to.

Or I'd get revenge and bomb the bum's wife that did my brother.

It all depends - it's situational, see?

The whole state is greased. What with the boss up for trial, he's been layin' low since the Valentine's day thing in '29. Now it's 1931 and Capone is going to prison. I could get shot for sayin' that - but it's true.

Sure, the Combine had him do a couple of weeks of time in Philly, but - we're not the Combine. We're the Outfit, and we run things here, South of here, and out West. It's either Us, or them -get my drift?

Not that we're at war with the Combine or anything, but each of the Cities has it's own boss, or deal if you get my drift. We help each other out. We send each other sluggers to take care of matters so's we can stay out of jail.

The rule is we only whack each other - no cops, no kids, no family - but that's a lie.

I'd bomb my wife if that meant I'd finally get those North side rats.

They just won't lay down and quit town.

That's why we brought in the hitters from Murder Inc. - those boys from god knows where. It might be some hitter from Pittsburgh, from Denver, from Cuba -who knows. I don't. And I don't want to.

Or I didn't want to.

See, it got complicated. We only had one contact for those guys from Murder Inc.

But we're pretty sure he's been whacked. He's been missing, and he's probably in a trunk some-where's.

We call up New York to the candy shop where these thugs are - and they say the boss himself is out here to take care of the matter. They can't call off the Angel of Death, the Lord High Executioner himself Anastasia, cause he took the job. He brought the crew, and he's going to track down these Northsiders if he has to blow through this entire City.

Jeez, what a mess.

So, we're in the cross hairs while these Murder Inc. guys are trying to wack the Northsiders, and the Northsiders are trying to wack us AND the Murder Inc guys!

See, it's complicated.

The good news is that we know who the rat is. Or who they are.

Everyone that is on this list was on the ship. We run a casino ship for all our connected brothers - music, ladies, beer, and money - that we keep off shore, over in the international waters.

Everyone that's on this list was there - and we know there are Northsiders and Murder, Inc. guys on this list.

So our job is to identify the rats, and wack 'em as we find them. If we don't vote twice every three days - you are a suspect and need to get whacked!

(NOTE - If you miss voting two game days in a row, you will be auto-lynched and removed from the game.
Real life takes priority over this game. If you must take time off - post that you are leaving in this game thread and also post in WW Central. Let us know when you will be back. You may still be lynched while you are gone, but you will not be auto-lynched.

BUT!!!! If you are gone, you cannot keep sending in night actions - if you have any. If you are "Off" then you are out for the time, it's not fair to be "Off" and still participating without voting. That is considered cheating.)

Our job to protect our thing is to vote every day and also figure out how we want to kill these rats!

One of us is a Private Eye (Scryer), every night he can investigate one suspect and determine if he's innocent or not.

But there is also a District Attorney (Fool) that thinks he's a Private Eye, that get's as much wrong as he get's right. He just doesn't quite get this whole arrangement that we have.

Since our thing, our Outfit controls the entire town we also own the Police Chief (Baner) who can protect one of our guys each night.

While we control who we wack during the day, the Northside mob and Murder Inc. are going to kill someone each night. Each mob get's to make one night kill or abduction. The night kill is leaving us a message, the abduction is still a kill - but we don't usually find the body for three (game) days.

(NOTE - Abduction - Keep a very close eye on your Private Messages. If you are abducted, you will be PM'd and you are not allowed to post in the game thread or discuss the game with friends until your body has been found. You have been killed, but the challenge for the rest of the players is not knowing what happened to you.)

So, we try to find the rats every day, and they try to get us each night. The Northsiders win if they eliminate Murder Inc. AND tie or outnumber the Outfit (City). That means the Northsiders have won this war.

Murder Inc. wins if they eliminate the Northsiders AND tie or outnumber the Outfit (City). This is in reality a power play from the Combine to take over the Outfit!

The City (Outfit) wins if we knock off the Northsiders and get rid of these crazy, out of control Murder, Inc. assassins.

There are two more sets of roles. We have some Outfit Gangsters Wiseguys (Masons) that know who each other are. They work to keep the Outfit in charge. They win if the City wins and both the Northsiders and Murder, Inc. guys are whacked.

Finally, there are two Romeo and Juliet types out there - they are Lovers that are a Beast when their Lover get's whacked!

(If one lover is killed, lynched, etc. the other lover is able to kill one of the other side in revenge. After this, they are a normal in their role. Their win conditions are surviving, and their respective side winning. They do know the role of their Lover - a Mason may be the Lover of a Northsider, Citizen may be a Lover of a Mason, etc. They only know that the other player is their Lover, and the win condition includes keeping them alive through the whole game.)

EDIT - Rules will be posted here before the end of the day phase.

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Rule 1 – Don’t sign up unless you’re willing to play any role. You are not allowed to give up your roles.

Rule 2 –Read your PMs. You may receive a message, or be killed, and it won’t be broadcasted to the game. Read your PMs before you check the updates to see if you’ve been killed.

Rule 3 - This is a game based on turns – 48-72 hour day phases (comic updates notwithstanding) and 24-48 hour night phases.

Rule 4 - We are using "Helgraf's Interference rule" for multiple scries. If more than one person scries the same person (i.e. Mafia VI when 3 (!) people scried Shadow on Night 1) then the results for all scries is "Undetermined" or something to that effect.

We reserve the right to add more rules.

The game is divided into two phases, the Day phase and the Night phase.

During the Day phase the players vote to see which player they will eliminate, the player with the most votes has a wonderful death scene written for them. And then they unsubscribe from the thread.

In the event of a tie – the player that received the first vote will be killed, drowned in concrete, smothered in roses, tied to a boat propeller or something. For example – the vote is tied at four – the first player that received their “fourth vote” is the one that will receive no mercy.

Since this is a game, with sides and winning conditions – and this is a survivor type of game, there is a participation requirement. To keep the grade curve up for those actually doing the homework in class, players that do not participate in the daily voting at least once every two day phases in a row will be “autolynched”. You don’t have to vote every day, but at least every other day.

Real life takes priority over the game – if you cannot play, focus on your family. If you need to take a few days – that’s fine, post in the thread and WW Central and we’ll note it and will not autolynch you.

However, just because you are “away” does NOT mean the village can take the sensible step of lynching you.

Roles

The Outfit (The City)

Outfit Mobsters (Citizens) – These are lower level connected folks.

Outfit Gangsters (Masons)– The gang shot callers and earners.

Police Chief (Baner) – Corrupt police chief, ambition is to stay in power and keep the City safe for the Outfit Mobsters and Gangsters.

Private Eye ( Scryer) –

One of us is a Private Eye (Scryer), every night he can investigate one suspect and determine if he's innocent or not. 100% accuracy (except the Alpha’s – who scry as “Outfit Mobsters”)

Smooth investigator, streetwise, really knows what’s going on. Nick Charles from “The Thin Man”, The Continental Op from “Red Harvest”, Sam Spade from “The Maltese Falcon”, Ned Beaumont from “The Glass Key” and finally my favorite gangster (based on Ned Beaumont) Tom Reagan from “Miller’s Crossing”.

District Attorney – (Fool) A patsy; A misdirection, a remnant of a previous political institution, perhaps the only honest man in town?


The City (Outfit) wins if we knock off the Northsiders and get rid of these crazy, out of control Murder, Inc. assassins.

There are two more sets of roles. We have some Outfit Gangsters (Masons) that know who each other are. They work to keep the Outfit in charge. They win if the City wins and both the Northsiders and Murder, Inc. guys are whacked.

Finally, there are two Romeo and Juliet types out there - they are Lovers that are a Beast when their Lover get's whacked!

(If one lover is killed, lynched, etc. the other lover is able to kill one of the other side in revenge. After this, they are a normal in their role. Their win conditions are surviving, and their respective side winning. They do know the role of their Lover - a Mason may be the Lover of a Northsider, Citizen may be a Lover of a Mason, etc. They only know that the other player is their Lover, and the win condition includes keeping them alive through the whole game.)


The Mafia
Northsiders –Gang still at war with the Outfit, Win conditions are eliminating Murder Inc. from the game, and also equaling or outnumbering the remaining Mobsters (Citizens) effectively taking over the City.

Team members include the Boss (Alpha Wolf), the Devil, and the rest of the Northsider gang. The Boss – scries as “Outfit Mobsters (Citizen)”. The Devil may make one scry per night phase, and scries as Northside Devil. The rest of the team scries as “Northsider”. The team as a whole selects one player to “Kill” or “Abduct”. See the Abduction rules.


Murder, Inc. – Anonymous hitmen brought in from all over the country, they are continuing with their contract even though they no longer know exactly who their targets are… Win conditions are eliminating the Northsiders from the game, and also equaling or outnumbering the remaining Mobsters (Citizens) effectively taking over the City.

Team members include the Boss (Alpha Wolf), the Enforcer (Devil), and the rest of the Murder Inc. Hitmen. The Boss – scries as “Outfit Mobsters (Citizen)”. The Devil may make one scry per night phase, and scries as Murder Inc. Devil. Each of the rest of the Hitmen scry as Murder Inc. Hitman. The team as a whole selects one player to “Kill” or “Abduct”. See the Abduction rules.



Abduction:

Each mob get's to make one night kill or abduction. The night kill is standard kill, the abduction is still a kill - but we don't usually find the body for three (game) days.

NOTE - Abduction - Keep a very close eye on your Private Messages. If you are abducted, you will be PM'd and you are not allowed to post in the game thread or discuss the game with friends until your body has been found. You have been killed, but the challenge for the rest of the players is not knowing what happened to you.

A victims role will not be discovered until the body is discovered, by any body. The abductors do not get a free scry or discover a role in addition to the kill; they find out with everyone else what the dead players role was.

If a victim is scried after they have been abducted, they scrier discovers they player is missing, but does not find the body early.

If a player is scried the night they are abducted – depending on who get’s what message to me first, I’ll give the scry answer if I receive the scry before the abduction PM, or show an empty apartment if the abduction PM arrives in my in box first.

Autolynches are enforced for every two day phases without a vote. Pointing at yourself doesn't count. If you don't think you can post once every five days, expect to be autolynched. This is after all a turn-based game with winners and losers, which has elements of team work, subterfuge, and a time limit. These time limits are enforced to maintain game balance.

Day 1 begins now and ends in around 72 hours (Sunday night Minnesota time.)

Player list:

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{table]1 | Alarra
2 | byers2142
3 | GrlumpTheElder
4 | Istari
5 | Lady Tialait
6 | Lex-kat
7 | Ramsus[/table]

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{table] 1 | Eternal Drifter | Mobster (Citizen) | Day 1 | Lynch
2 | Happyturtle | Mobster (Citizen) | Night 1 | Murder Inc. Victim
3 | Korias | Outfit Gangster (Mason) | Night 1 | Northsider Victim
4 | Eldritch Knight | Mobster (Citizen) | Day 2 | Lynch
5 | Fin | Mobster (Citizen) | Day 2 | Auto Lynch
6 | Griever | Mobster (Citizen) | Day 2 | Auto Lynch
7 | PirateMonk | Mobster (Citizen) | Night 2 | Murder Inc. Victim
8 | Mordokai | District Attorney | Night 2 | Northsider Victim
9 | Murska | Mobster (Citizen) | Day 3 | Lynch
10 | Calar | Mobster (Citizen) (Lover) | Day 3 | Auto Lynch
11 | TheLaughingMan | Northsider | Day 3 | Auto Lynch
12 | TheBushRanger | Mobster (Citizen) | Day 3 | Murder Inc. Victim
13 | sanity702 | Outfit Gangster (Mason) | Day 4 | Autolynch
14 | 101jr | Murder Inc. Boss | Day 4 | Lynch
15 | Szilard | Murder Inc. Devil | Day 5 | Lynch
16 | Internet Flea | Northsider | Night 5 | Murder Inc. Victim
17 | Thufir | Mobster (Citizen) | Night 5 | Autolynch
18 | Elder Tsofu | Northsider Mobster (Wolf) | Day 6 | Lynch
19 | Orzel | Outfit Gangster (Mason) | Night 3 Abduction| Northsider Victim
20 | Mr. Zolrane | Mobster (Citizen) | Night 7 | Autolynch
21 | Critical | Northsider Mobster (Wolf) | Night 7 |Autolynch
22 | Diva De | Outfit Gangster (Mason) | Night 6 | Abduction Night 6/ Lynch
23 | Trixie | Mobster (Citizen) | Night 4 | Murder Inc. Abduction
24 | mangosta71 | Private Eye (Scryer) | Night 4 Abduction | Northsider Abduction
25 | Gray Mage | Mobster (Citizen) | Night 5 | Northsider Abduction
26 | CD4 | Beast (Citizen) | Night 8 | Murder Inc. Victim
27 | Matt K | Murder Inc. Hitman (Wolf) | Night 8 | Death by Beast
28 | The Fiery Tower | Mobster (Citizen) | Night 8 | Autolynch
29 | Atreyu the Masked Llama | Northsider (Wolf) | Day 8 | Lynch
30 | Zanshin | Mobster (Citizen) | Day 9 | Lynch
31 | V Junior | Northsider Devil (Wolf) | Night 9 | Autolynch
32 | Leta | Mobster (Citizen) | Night 9 | Autolynch
33 | Helgraf | Mobster (Citizen) | Day 10 | Lynch
34 | Aemoh | Mobster (Citizen) | TBD | Murder Inc. Abductee
35 | Memetics | Murder Inc. Hitman (Wolf) | TBD | Northsider Abductee
36 | Qwaz | Murder Inc. Hitman (Wolf)| TBD | Northsider Abductee
37 | Saposhiente | Northsider Boss (Wolf) | TBD | Murder Inc. victim
37 | ThePhantom | Mobster (Citizen) | TBD | Northsider Abductee
37 | Deathslayer7 | Mobster (Citizen) | TBD | Northsider Abductee
37 | Your name here | To Be Determined | TBD | TBD
37 | Your name here | To Be Determined | TBD | TBD

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[Eternal Drifter]

Day 1

Two years since the crash. Left my family bankrupt. Left everyone bankrupt.

So, in order to survive, my family took to the street, peddling their wares when they would not normally do. This has had some good and bad.

For selling our goods, we gain friendships that could help us in tight spots. Not only that, a tidy bit of cash for food. Every little bit helps.

But we also gain unwanted attention. Half of my reletives from two years ago perished due to mobs.

But I swear! Despite all complaints, these potions, charms, and such work!

Why else did a week after my most powerful love potion disapeared, a pair of lovers became rumored?

Why, after a shipping incident with an attempted thief, Fontaine's Fishery accused me of accidentally protecting the fish from being caught?

Why, despite years, have I been able to see things in my cracked crystal ball?

And how else would I be able to perfect my knockout-potion?

Walker's Wares now sits quietly at a street corner, with myself, Walker, on the chair behind the makeshift booth, watching potential customers pass by.

TheLaughingMan... He owns Fontaine's Fishery, and would cause some buisness problems if he moved against me. And hey, I need to earn some cash to eat.

_______

An odd man behind a both sits, watching people go by. Wears a cloak, and has a walking staff leaning on the booth. The sign above the booth says 'Walker's Wares'.

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

*The llama walked the city streets, putting up posters advertising the big fight that was coming up. Times were tough and that meant that business was good. The more miserable people were the more they loved watching two schmucks beating the guano out of each other in a boxing ring. *

Of course, he couldn't believe that someone had been starting rumors that he rigged the fights. It was preposterous. If the fights were fixed the boys, didn't beat each other as hard or for as long. He assumed that mangosta71 had been the one to start those rumors, but had no way of proving it.

[byers2142]

There was a rule about gangsters. They were tough, they were mean, and they didn't take gruff from anyone.

Mortimer Keyes didn't fit into the general rules for gangsters. Tall and spindly, with a habit of "talkin' with airs," as Gray Mage once said to him, he ran a small funeral parlor with his sons.

But he was a gangster, make no mistake about that. The penny awfuls loved tales of bodies being dumped in swamps, or fed into woodchippers, but that was all they were: stories. The best place for a body was in a casket. Not necessarily their own casket, of course. When a family was already putting a body in the ground, who cared if another joined it?

Most gangsters made bodies, but Mortimer? He erased them, without ever interrupting his tea time.

OOC: Sorry, just a random first point. Gotta love Day One!

[ThePhantom]

Why me? Why does opening a sandwich store involve so much money? Is everyperson in this city a member of some crime ring?

Henry Fredrick, local manger of Upways flips the sign of the store from close to open.

(calar)

[Szilard]

Just another day.

These days seem to happen quite often.

Nothing happens, except the worst.

Mobsters runnin' around everywhere. Sometimes they bring a knife, sometimes they bring a gun. Sometimes they go to the hospital, sometimes they go to the morgue.

Of course, me? I'm not in charge of the morgue. That would have been too easy. I'm in charge of the bloody hospital, pun completely intended.

I get to sit around, tending to the patients, occasionally just waiting for them to die. It's not like I can do much else. Medicine is piss-poor these days. And I can never get proper funding. The least we can do is free up some space for the next patient. These days, that's a lot of patients.

Hopefully Grlump The Elder can just kick the bucket soon. He's old enough as it is.

[Ramsus]

Times were tough for some. For Ramsus not as much. Sure he had had to close down a few businesses but that was just a lessening of his profits. A hard drink was still hard to find but with the way this town was he could practically deal in those publicly. Of course he was no fool and knew not to put all his eggs in one basket. He'd been looking in to other commodities that needed providing and there were always a host of other schemes and deals available to a man such as himself. He sat back in his favorite leather chair and fanned himself with a stack of cold hard cash brought in from cold hard liquor, 101(jir) dollars to be precise, while looking out his window taking in the town.

[Deathslayer7]

ramsus

[TheLaughingMan]

March 1st, 1931

Today was more or less average. Twelve customers in all, with a net profit of $10.37. It's getting to be less and less each day, but I guess fishing is becoming an old hat anyways. Some loser tried to pay with sourdough1, but dealing with the protection's got me thinking harder than that. I've always been thinking hard these days. But there are only so many day-dreams I'll waste my time on before reality drags me back. It's for the best. Dreaming ain't gonna solve my problems. I doubt anything could.

The protection's been making a fuss about my payment. Hatchetmen've2 been showing up whichever way I turn. Gotta buy more locks.

My 'neighbor' doesn't look like he's fairing better. The crumb3 keeps rambling about magic and how he's some damn 'world traveler.' 'Eternal Drifter', eh? Maybe the twit's on to something. Not the magic, I mean about the protection. He's too... smiley. Clowns have less disturbing glee. Must remember to keep an eye out.

1: Counterfeit money.
2: Mobster henchmen
3: A loser. (sorry)

[happyturtle]

I have incontrovertible proof that Eldritch Knight is the Northside Devil.

*for certain values of 'incontrovertible', 'proof' and 'have'

[Internet Flea]

I have incontrovertible proof that Eldritch Knight is the Northside Devil.

*for certain values of 'incontrovertible', 'proof' and 'have'

Incontrovertible proof, you say? Well, I guess that settles it.
GrlumpTheElder for seventeenthness.
Roleplaying may or may not follow.

[Wizibirb]

Bash sat down with a coke it was hot humid and he was miserable.... Everything had been so boring up until recently no action, but now? O things were starting to become interesting, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his lucky coin, with a quick toss and catch he slipped it back into his pocket... It was time to get some work done, downing the coke he stood left the money on the counter and headed out.

((Deathslayer7 random))

[Helgraf]

Morning. By the time morning began, I'd already been working for three hours, give or take a half. The job was typical for the type, organized from the top down and filled from the bottom up. It used to be different - not better, perhaps, but different to be sure; there was a system, things worked - none of this constant paranoia about who worked for whom and who really worked for whom.

I cracked the knuckles of one over sized ham fist with the other, took a moment to adjust the suit - no matter how the tailors swore it was custom fit, it always seemed just a bit too tight in the cuffs, and it rubbed. It was one more thing to make a man irritable, like the temperance movements. When you dry out the city and it just becomes an easier target for arsonists.

An excellent example of this case would be that structure over there, with the black smoke pouring out of the windows. It used to be an observatory; with the various evictions, power plays and redevelopment attempts, it soon was given a new defintion - a control point. Whoever controlled the building had excellent line of sight to much of the surrounding neighborhood - and now it looked like that ownership was changing hands as clear as the fact that I was regarding a Firey Tower. Given the lack of sirens blazing, I had to presume someone had paid off the local fire department to 'not notice' - at least long enough to avoid anything that might be considered incriminating.

A sharp left off the main road and onto a side street. I let myself in through the back door with the key, closed it up quiet behind and relocked it. Now the waiting game began...

[memetics]

March 1, 1931

Dear Vinnie,

Man, I've hardly been in this town a month, and already it's been givin' me the creeps. My second cousin on my mother's side owns this barber shop, Ruby's, and on my very first day as a barber, some lugs come bursting in and whack my third customer of the day. The guy whose hair I was in the middle of cutting. Just ran up, held the poor old geezer down (I was real lucky like, seeing as how I had just stepped away to sharpen my razor and all) - and they just shoved a knife into his chest and then slit open his throat just as easy as you please. Scowled and then strolled out like it was nothin'. Nobody reacted much, either; took a long time for anyone to call the cops, and then I had to clean the blood off of the chair myself. Man, was that a gruesome job. I couldn't stop thinking about that poor sap and wondering what he'd done to deserve that.

Now every time I come to work, all I can think about is how "Ruby" was the color of that guy's blood, and I catch myself wondering if the next guy's blood will be the same color or some other shade. My cousin tells me "fugeddaboudit" and that these connected guys tip well and have really helped keep the shop afloat in these tough times, and that I'd better keep my mouth shut and not nip off anyone's ear on accident, or I might meet the same fate as the geezer. Gave me a chill thinking that my cousin might be connected to gangsters. How come in my first real job out of barber school I gotta end up in a place like this? I'd be outta here in a minute if there was any work available anywhere else.

Not only that, but this one guy I had today was real surly-like. I thought I was doing a great job, trimmed him up real nice, but he just kept muttering under his breath and giving me the evil eye. I think he was saying my name, "memetics," like he was gonna flip out and stab me with my own scissors, which made me shudder (so much so I almost dropped my open scissors onto his ear), though he could just as easily have been saying "ramsus," whoever that is. Wish I knew why he was so pissed, but I couldn't hear anything else he was saying. Next time this guy Deathslayer7 comes in, I hope one of the other barbers gets him. I'd hate the next gush of blood I get to see to be my own, just cause I got unlucky and drew the psycho who decided today was a good day to kill his barber, ya know?

Say hello to your sister for me, and give my love to my mom and pops. Tell 'em I'll do my best not to come home in a box.

-memetics

P.s. Scratch that last part about the box. Last thing I want is mom to go all weepy thinking about my funeral before there's any real need to worry. -m


OOC: random pick, just based on the fact that Deathslayer7 day-1 voted with just a name and no RP. ;-) (I could be convinced to change vote later, tho, especially since I'm the newbie.) (Edit: whoops; someone else voted for him while I was typing. Not trying to start a bandwagon!)

[Lex-Kat]

Happyturtle, for now. RP later, when I can think of something. If I can think of something.

[Qwaz]

How's a man supposed to put bread on the table when his turf keeps getting stepped on? Eternal Drifter: Step off!

[Orzel]

"Where's the sauce, James?"

"I haven't finish making it yet, Mr. Orzel."

"I need my special sauce, James."

"I'll have it by Friday."

"You'll have it in two days."

"But..."

"You don't want to be on my bad side like 101jir, right Jimmy."

[GrlumpTheElder]

The streets, a dangerous place for a man these days, especially a man without a home or a job. Still, at least the doorway of the morgue is nice and warm for a tramp to sleep in... If only other vagrants and Eternal Drifters didn't try and steal my patch...

[Thufir]

Qwaz, you look... familiar. Mind telling me where you were on the evening of February 20^th?

[Diva De]

The Lady in Black, as she is called by superstitious school children, sits in her flat, playing music every day. The haunting sounds of the piano drift out, fueling the stories told by the neighborhood kids. She never speaks to anyone, always pays in cash. No one knows her name, or where she came from, or when she got there. She always wears clothes in various shades of black and a veil over her face, like she is in a constant state of mourning.

The young idealists say she is in mourning for the City.
The older folks whisper that she is perpetually grieving a lost love.
The children whisper that she is a monster with a face so hideous, she keeps it covered so that your eyes don't explode. Because she eats the eyes, of course - they are squishy and tasty.

The only thing anyone knows for sure is that she is sad...and she lives in the place the Meyers brothers used to inhabit.

((HappyTurtle for sowing fake excitement on Day 1.))

[Qwaz]

Qwaz, you look... familiar. Mind telling me where you were on the evening of February 20^th?

You ask a man like me to remember where he was nigh on a year ago!? Afraid not mate.

[cd4]

Diva De to help her be with her loss

[Rogue Nine]

Come to America, they said. Land of opportunity, they said. Make it big, they said. Too bad they didn't tell me that everyone 'ere was a bloody mobster.

'ow's a guy like me supposed to break in if everyone's connected? I can't whack a guy for fear of reprisal, anything I steal just gets taken back as "tribute," and I 'aven't been in a non-fixed poker game in weeks.

The only action I get these days is this bare-knuckle fightin' match ran by some Masked LLama. I dunno... I'm thinkin' I should'a never left the 'Merry Olde'.

[Leta]

"Gentleman" Jack Davis points at Aemoh.

He taps his finger on his nose and says "Fuggedaboutit."

[V Junior]

As I walked down the road, I heard the talk of the town. Seems that all the work I'd put in to get aboard that ship had been for nothing. Now two mobs were going around and killing people! On top of that, it was only the dames and gents of that darned ship that were getting targeted by the lynch mob, and that's what it was, no doubt, a freaking lynch mob.

Ah well, at least I still have some things in life. Like, say, Vintage the falcon. That bird is one heck of a companion. In a way, he's a little like me - a lone wolf (or falcon), out for himself and the few he trusts and/or relies on. If something happened to either of us, the other'd be upset, but they'd get over it pretty quickly.

But it seemed that the time for banter was over. Now, all we could do was try to work out who the bad guys were. How any of us were supposed to know anything at this point was beyond me - unless, of course, some of us were bad guys ourselves. Which we were. Damn!

Where to start... well, drifters could be trouble, and there was some guy over there saying he was an Eternal Drifter. He seemed like a good place as any to start.

[Murska]

Eternal Drifter for the bandwagon.

[Eldritch Knight]

In a little-traveled corner of the city....

A ragged looking man emerges from the police box.

"Well, I guess I might as well relax a bit while Amy and Rory are off on their honeymoon. The advantages of time travel. I may as well take a year or two off before I go and get them. Hang on, this doesn't look like Cardiff. Where am I now?"

He walks to one of the main streets, and stops Alarra.

"Excuse me! Excuse me madam, but could you tell me where exactly I am?"

[101jir]

This EternalDrifter guy is sorta gettin on mah nerves. We don't need ya life story. Silence 'im. And Orzel, watch it buddy.

[Mr. Zolrane]

Swords, get your fine, handmade swords here!

Oh, hello, I didn't see you come in. My name is Amadeus Shimon. Such an interesting place, this city-- everyone seems to know everyone-- but some people just don't seem right. As if something was amiss. I'm probably imagining things. Still, if you're worried might I interest you in a sword-- anachronistic? The only thing anachronistic around here is GrlumpTheElder-- as I was saying, might I interest you in a sword for your protection? Who makes all these you ask? I do. And I practice with them three hours per day. Someone once told me-- I forget his name, but it was something birdy-sounding-- I ought to find myself a girl. Ha! The only bride I need is Matilda, my finest blade-- and not for sale mind you!-- I would die without her...

[Alarra]

He walks to one of the main streets, and stops Alarra.

((I'm not on the street, dearie. ))

The office was dim, a green shaded lamp casting a small circle of illumination onto what was probably a desk, though it had been blanketed with several dictionaries worth of papers for so long that she doubted even its owner had ever seen the surface. From the doorway, if you ignored the papers, the room cried wealthy male. Rich dark woods and chocolate leathers drew the eye back to shelves artfully stocked with leather-bound volumes and small tasteful statues.

From her perch on the edge of the desk chair, Alarra could see a thick layer of dust coating the shelves she knew were just for show. She shifted carefully, trying not to snag her expensive (or at least expensive looking) satin gown on one of the many cracks the old leather now sported.

The door clicked and she looked up expectantly, taking a long drag on her slim cigarette, dainty in its silver holder. The smoke puffed out in almost lazy rings to frame the man that had just entered. "You're late."

((Eldritch Knight as per tradition)